When the Gerudo guards had checked on their young prince's room and had found it empty, they simply informed his instructors of his absence before setting about on their daily routine. It was a great contrast to the reaction they had initially had when Ganondorf had inexplicably disappeared for the first time. It was thanks to Link's foresight on the matter, well acquainted with the restless spirit that was a signature trait of those possessing the blood of the Hero, that had stopped the Gerudo from sending out a search party to find him, or to hastily accuse a neighbouring kingdom of kidnapping their future king. His characteristic lazy smile on his face, he assured the desert women that the boy had simply answered the call that reverberated deep within his soul, and would be back soon enough. Link's words rang true when a little over a month later, the young Gerudo male had returned, donning the oversized green tunic he had snatched from his father's belongings and a jubilant smile on his face. That night was one of festivities as the boy recounted his journey into the land of the Gorons, aiding one of their folk which he swore was as big as a mountain itself and appropriately named Biggoron. In gratitude, he had been given a bracelet which granted him superhuman strength. Link, along with the rest of the Gerudo, had found themselves laughing as the child began lifting as many of the women as he possibly could, clearly pleased with his reward.

From then onwards, the Gerudo had gotten used to the boy's sporadic disappearances, reassured that he would return as the Hylian hero had promised. While Link was confident in Ganondorf's skills and the natural talent that came with possessing the Spirit of the Hero within him, he could not help but worry as any parent would. The Gerudo did not miss the lengthy amount of time Link would spend sitting on a cliff overlooking the entrance to the valley, his eyes ever vigilant as he awaited Ganondorf's return. After all, Link knew of the perils and tests that a destined Hero was prone to face. The thought that his young son, a boy who was meant to become king, had to face trials similar to those he had borne witness to was enough to make him restless.

That was not the only worry that Link held, however.

The Hylian hero was well aware of Ganondorf's true nature. When the boy was nearby, Link could sense Power sleeping deep within his very soul, biding its time until he was mature enough to wield its strength and shoulder the memories that came with it. Having been fathered by Link, it was inevitable that he would also inherit the Hero's spirit. It was fortunate that the Spirit of the Hero was such that it manifested itself in the child's youth. Yet, the Hylian hero was painfully aware of the fact that once the Gerudo boy would come of age, his memories and power of the Demon King would also return. At that point, the Spirit of the Hero would certainly be tempered well enough to be as integral to this Ganondorf as the fire of the Demon King that burned within his very being. He would have a difficult decision to make, that was for certain, but that was reserved for the future.

For now, Link's worries resided in certain trials meant for the Spirit of the Hero. While they were certainly difficult, they would always allow passage for the destined saviour of Hyrule. What if such tribulations detected the sleeping beast that was the Demon King within the young boy's soul, and doomed him to failure? Link could not bear to imagine what would happen if Ganondorf was suddenly killed, and the consequences that would follow not only for the Gerudo, but for the fabric of destiny as a whole with the premature death of the bearer of Power. It had certainly been a strange twist of fate that the one meant to be Demon Kin was born into the line of heroes. Perhaps that was what the Gods had intended, though Link could never be sure.

Link found himself becoming increasingly worried that his premonitions had proven true when his son did not return after his usual away period of a month. So far, his callings had been brief, aiding small tribes in nearby territories. The winds of fate that guided him were well aware of the fact that he was also destined to be the king of his tribe, and could not afford to be away for long. The Gerudo had begun to train the most capable female child, Nabooru, to fulfill the duties of the King once they had learned of his restless spirit. However, it was without a doubt that they wished to keep their king amongst their people for as long as he could stay. While Link merely continued to tell the Gerudo that Ganondorf would eventually return, he found himself becoming more restless with each passing day. As the second month came and passed, and the completion of the third month rapidly approached, Link found himself incapable of sleeping, his mind buzzing with the possible troubles the young boy could have ran into.

It was a little over a day after the third month of his disappearance that Link finally spotted the one thing he had been hoping to see for the longest time. Despite the exhaustion that sat heavy on his mind from many nights of forgone rest, he quickly found himself on his feet as he climbed down the cliff face. Link could not help but feel his heart soar as he spotted his son, the oversized green tunic hanging off his shoulders with his short sword and shield strapped to his back. The young boy stopped in his tracks, his bright blue eyes filled with curiosity as Link ran up to him, the Hylian's face lined with the stress caused by all the extra waiting. Link could not help but smile warmly as he rested his hand on his short, messy red hair, ruffling it affectionately. The boy looked up at him, a huge grin on his face.

"Papa, you look really tired." Ganondorf remarked as he tilted his head to the side in curiosity. Link chuckled in response, running his hand through his own hair as he took a moment to catch his breath. As a child, he had been prone to being nonchalant in the face of danger, not always very understanding of why so many people were concerned for him. He could easily surmise that this was the effect of Courage which had no doubt been passed to his son. Being a parent, and of such a high profile child nonetheless, had finally shown him why so many of his friends and dear ones would be so worried for him. It would take some time for the Gerudo child to learn this as well, no doubt.

"You had me worried Ganondorf," Link said, an easy smile on his face. "What took you so long this time?" The Gerudo boy's grin widened as his eyes shone. The Hylian laughed as he knew that look quite well; Ganondorf had had quite an adventure this time, and certainly had an intriguing story to tell. As they both began to walk towards their desert home, the young child could not wait as he began to excitedly tell his father of his newest experiences.

"So Papa, you know that there are people that live beneath the ground called the Subrosians…"

Ah yes, this would be quite the story indeed.